Well, certainly depends. Something monotonous would almost be refreshing, but again, it seems pointless with this kind of strange phenomenon we've got going on in our twisted little community.
But yes, items do appear. I've woken up to my living room littered in coffins. Empty ones, of course - but they're meant for my family. I've got a penchant of neutralizing them for hundreds of years and lugging their immobile bodies with me throughout the world. Out of love, supposedly.
It's a strange tale. Werewolves were around first - my mother had an affair with one, and out of it came me. My siblings and father didn't know until much later. Our youngest brother died during a full moon by a werewolf attack, and my mother thought it to be a splendid idea to create an Immortality spell so none of her children would die.
Immortality was met with the hunger for blood, and after I became one, my first kill activated the werewolf within.